The Church became my safe haven in a world that tolerated me. In conversations with Christians, and through party invites, I learned about acceptance in God. “Go where you are celebrated, not where you are tolerated,” is a phrase that appealed to me most of all. God’s family accepted me. For some reason, these people took me into their homes, out to dinners and genuinely wanted to know my story. So many times I fought for the attention of people, but in this strange place called church, people fought for mine. Small gestures like giving me a ride home, smiling when I walked into the door, and remembering how to pronounce my name made an eternal impact on my soul.
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